"Down which hill did a small child roll?"
Found down river by a couple who stroll
was a small child, pale and still
"If we're to find the reason we must find that hill!"

the child examined, no identity found
growing frustration; "the child was bound!"
foul play it was, murder the charge
must find the culprit, still at large.

Down which hill did a small child roll,
(rolling, rolling, rolling he did stumble and fall)
Down which hill did a small child roll,
(roll little child, roll, roll, roll)

Down which hill did a small child roll, (Lead)
(slamming into bushes like a wild animal.) (Chorus - burly men)
Down the hill by the merry ol' creek
(First there was silence, then a lil' 'SQUEK')
The child had stopped, but what did it see
(it had landed in the middle of a badger family)

Down which hill did a small child roll,
(rolling, rolling, rolling he did stumble and fall)
Down which hill did a small child roll,
(roll little child, roll, roll, roll)

Down which hill did a small child roll,
(fastest little kid since the days of old)
down the hill, eating an ORANGE.
(erhm...)
Guess the songs over then?
(Sigh.. back to work)

"Down which hill did a small child roll?" Enquired the Zen master of the seeking soul.
"Is this a koan, oh wisest of wise?"
Asked the young seeker with awe in his eyes.

"It's whatever you think," said the Master, blank faced
"But I'd suggest you consider your answer post haste."
The Seeker drew back with alarm on his face:
"Is my soul really that close to disgrace?"

"Not your soul, my son, though it isn't snow white,
But something has changed since you entered my sight."
The Seeker felt his eyes grow most wide:
"Then what must I do to turn back that tide?"

"Think back to when you arrived at my camp -
Not two, but three souls were lit by my lamp.
And while you enquire of the vagaries of tao,
Your daughter has rolled to the base camp by now." 

Down which hill did a small child roll?
If I ask you will you know?

His laughter carried through the air,
And the dew on the grass clung to his hair.

Playing there all the day long,
Rolling in beat with a rhyme and a song.

In the field with all of his friends,
Playing and rolling until the day ends.

Down which hill did a small child roll?
If I ask you will you know?

"Down which hill did a small child roll?"
The left, or the right?
"I think the tall.. or
the one in the fold?"

It had rolled with mirth
down the rubbles and dirt.
It did roll with bliss
through the dangerous bits

Finnaly it came to an end
it hit the small cabin by
the werewolves den
in the midnight's suppertime
Of frightened hipphopotemous.

 was lurking about the arts.usage.english newsgroup when someone posted the above line (as well as some variations), asking what the correct (or best) syntax would be.

Well... I liked the flow of the line, which sounded much to me like the first line of a poem.

So, our contest is to create a poem (any style) and submit it in this thread. The winner will be determined by sending all the poems to Ariel Sharon, who select the winner. He really needs to lighten up.

Anyway, here is my entry:


"Down which hill did a small child roll?
The small one? The large one? The one with a vole?
But down the hill she came, with undetermined goal,
A small child smiling, rolling down the knoll."